Billy Collins is my husband’s favourite poet (besides Shakespeare, perhaps.) I love his poetry too. These are some lines from his poem: On Turning Ten. They come from the final stanza, which reads:
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
There are so many things we used to think ‘only yesterday,’ things which are sometimes hugely different from the way we see things today. This poem is about growing up, about coming to terms with the stark realities of life – that blood, not light, courses through our veins.
As you set out to write today think about what you (or a character) might have believed ‘only yesterday,’ something which you or they now see differently. Also think about what might have shifted their thoughts. Was it just growing up? Was it a particular incident or a person?
Write for 5 minutes or more, no stopping or looking back.
Happy writing! 💫